MIA'S POVSylvia stood silent, looking at the ground in guilt. And that was enough to let me know the answer to my questions. She had misled me. Lied to me. “You knew didn't you? Yet you lied? Why?” My voice came out in a mere whisper. “Mia, I had no choice. Please you have to understand—” she sounded very guilty, as if begging me to listen to her. “Why? Why should I understand? You were the one who made me believe that it wasn't possible. If you were really on my side, you could have simply told me the truth!” I yelled at her. “Mia, I was scared. If Balthazar found out that you found your mate, it wouldn't have ended right.” Sylvia looked between Christian and me. “Oh, really now? Yet you pushed me into Christian's arms willingly that day. You knew he was my mate. You saw it. Yet you denied it. Do you even have any idea, the conflict I faced during this time? My heart and my mind rebelling against each other, fighting the most horrendous war, and you are saying that you did it fo
CHRISTIAN'S POVMy heart churned painfully seeing Mia in this state. It made me want to rip Balthazar apart in peaces. If only he hadn't taken her away and threatened Sylvia with their lives, this wouldn't have been happening and I would have found Mia sooner. In this whole situation, I know, Alpha Matthews was not the one to be blamed. Yet he was ready to take all of it, if it meant having his daughter close to him. I however was not aware of Sylvia being Cassandra's sister. That was news even for me. Dominic had given me a heads up about the whole Alpha Mathews situation. So I knew this was going to unravel sooner or later. But it was still not fair to Mia. Everything that she had been through. But was there anything anyone could do about it all? Not really. All I knew was that I just wanted to be there for her whenever she needed it. And I will hold her when she thinks she is going to fall. She doesn't even know how much she has me wrapped around her fingers. One command from her,
MIA'S POVI woke up to the soft rustle of leaves outside my window, the gentle whisper of the wind a soothing melody against the backdrop of the morning. As my eyelids fluttered open, I stretched languidly, relishing the comfort of my bed. But as my senses fully awakened, a sense of unease settled over me like a heavy blanket.Christian was nowhere to be found.I pushed aside the covers and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cold floor sending a shiver down my spine as I stood up.The packhouse was unusually quiet as I made my way through the corridors, the usually bustling energy replaced by an eerie stillness. With each passing moment, my worry deepened, my heart hammering against my ribcage like a caged bird yearning for freedom.The scent of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I entered the kitchen, the aroma mingling with the faint hint of pancakes in the air. The cook, a sturdy woman with kind eyes, greeted me with a warm smile as she bustled about, preparing breakfast
MIA'S POVThe morning sun cast a golden hue over the bustling city as Julia and I stepped into the grandeur of the mall. I had anticipated a casual stroll, perhaps a quick visit to a couple of shops, but Julia had other plans. With a gleam in her eyes and a mischievous grin, she grabbed my arm and declared, "Today, my dear Mia, is all about you!"I protested weakly, knowing Julia's penchant for extravagance, but she brushed aside my concerns with a wave of her hand. "Christian's orders," she chimed, brandishing his credit card with a wink.And so, we embarked on a shopping spree unlike any other. From high-end boutiques to designer stores, Julia insisted on exploring every nook and cranny of the mall. Each time my gaze lingered on an item, Julia swooped in, adding it to our growing pile of purchases.Dresses in every shade of the rainbow, jewelry that sparkled like starlight, shoes that promised to elevate any outfit – they all found their way into our bags, courtesy of Julia's unstop
MIA'S POV"Surprise!" The sound seemed to reverberate through the air, filling the space around me with an electrifying energy. Startled, my eyes widened in astonishment as figures emerged from their hiding places—behind bushes, beneath tables.My heart pounding, I took in the scene before me. The backyard had been transformed into a kaleidoscope of color and light, adorned with streamers, balloons, and twinkling fairy lights. A long table groaned under the weight of sumptuous dishes and tantalizing treats, their aromas mingling in the warm evening breeze.But it was the banner fluttering gently in the background that caught my eye—a declaration in bold letters: "Happy Birthday Mia." I blinked, my mind struggling to process the sight before her. What was happening? Why were they wishing me when my birthday had already gone, like every year dull and without any celebration. Back at the coven, my birthday was never celebrated, Balthazar didn't find it important enough. I mean, why would
Mia's PovThroughout the celebration, Christian didn't try to hide the fact that he was practically eye raping me. I constantly felt his burning gaze on my head or my body. The guy even went as far as trading me under the table during the dinner and that obviously made me squeal, which I covered by coughing. But people around us were not stupid. Of course they caught onto what was happening. To be exact, Christian would place his hand on my thigh under the table, giving it a tight squeeze, and start inching it closer to my core until I had to slap it away. I didn't get how he grew so bold in a day. But then again, when was he not bold? He was always the one to make the first move. And I wasn't exactly complaining about it. Anyhow, the night went better than my expectations, the dinner was mouthwatering, the arrangements were on spot, everything made me feel special in a long time. Maybe this was what my heart had craved for some time now. Just some appreciation and acknowledgment. A
Mia's Pov As Christian's warm hand gently cups my cheek, I feel my heart flutter with anticipation. His eyes, deep pools of desire, lock onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. The world around us fades into a blur as his presence becomes the only reality I know. His lips, soft and inviting, inch closer to mine, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. The anticipation builds with each passing second, filling the air with an electrifying tension. My breath catches in my throat as his scent envelops me, intoxicating and familiar all at once. And then, as if in slow motion, his lips meet mine in a tender caress. A soft sigh escapes me as I melt into his embrace, feeling every inch of my being consumed by the warmth of his touch. His kiss is gentle yet intense, igniting a passion within me that I never knew existed. Time stands still as we lose ourselves in each other, our hearts beating as one. With each brush of his lips against mine, I feel myself falling deeper and d
Mia’s PovOne second I was plastered against the wall and the next, I was thrown on the bed and landed with a bounce. My mind was hazy with all the pleasure radiating off my skin and Christian wasted no time in joining me on the bed, immediately taking the opportunity to hover over me. His hands rested beside my face on either side, planted on the mattress. Hot. Up close, his features were to die for. A perfectly sculpted sharp jawline and deep striking eyes that could hold me captive for hours. He was the definition of handsome and for a moment I wondered how I ended up being the mate of a Greek God himself. He was out worldly. Truly, the definition of masculinity combined with sexiness and gallons of hotness. The only problem I had right now with him was that I was lying practically naked under him and he was fully clothed. Not fair. So as Christian latched onto my neck, I started working on opening his buttons. If I'm naked, then he needs to get rid of his clothes too. My hands we
Christian's POVA year had passed since Mia and I stood before our pack, surrounded by family and friends, and pledged ourselves to each other. The memory of that day was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, yet the time between then and now had been filled with more life and love than I could’ve ever imagined.I stood on the balcony of our suite in the packhouse, watching the early morning sun rise over the treetops. The territory was peaceful this time of day, the woods that bordered the pack lands bathed in golden light. The packhouse was bustling with activity on most days, but in the quiet hours of the morning, it was serene—almost like the calm before the storm.Inside, the sound of giggles filled the air, followed by Mia’s soft voice calling out to our pups. Alaric was always the first to wake, full of energy and mischief, while Sylvia took her time, blinking up at us with sleepy eyes, like she needed more convincing to start the day.I walked back inside, and there they w
Christian's POVThe last few months had been a blur of sleepless nights and the kind of love I never imagined existed. Holding my children, Alaric and Sylvia, in my arms, watching them grow stronger with each passing day, it was like discovering a new part of myself I didn’t know was there. But even amid the chaos of fatherhood, there was one thing that I couldn't stop thinking about—the wedding. Our wedding.After everything that had happened, from nearly losing Mia to the joy of becoming parents, I needed to make her mine in every way, just like I promised. To see her walk down the aisle, to vow my life to hers before the world and not just in the way of our kind but as man and wife, before humans and every species alike. It was important to me. I wanted everyone to know that she was my everything.Planning a wedding, while also taking care of two pups, wasn’t easy, but I had a lot of help. Julia and Anastasia were incredible, practically organizing everything while Mia focused on h
Christian’s PovThe sterile smell of the hospital room filled the air as I stood by Mia’s side, gripping her hand tightly. My heart pounded in my chest as the doctors prepared for the surgery, and I made sure everything was set exactly as it needed to be. I had insisted on a female doctor and healer for Mia, knowing how important it was for her to feel comfortable during this delicate time. But no matter how many precautions I took, I couldn’t shake the fear clawing at my insides.Mia’s gaze flickered to mine, her eyes wide with anxiety, but I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to give her some semblance of reassurance. “I’m right here, baby. I won’t leave your side. We’ll get through this together.”The room bustled with quiet urgency, the healers whispering to each other as they prepared the tools, but all I could focus on was Mia. Her face was pale, but her grip on my hand never faltered.The doctor, a calm and steady woman named Dr. Alina, approached Mia’s s
Christian’s PovAs the tension in the room finally began to ease, I wiped the remnants of tears from my face, still holding Mia’s hand like a lifeline. Her breathing had stabilized, though she still looked pale and exhausted. The doctors had done everything they could, but seeing her so fragile made my chest tighten all over again.The door creaked open softly, and I looked up to see Julia, Anastasia, and Alpha Dominic enter. Their faces were lined with concern, especially Julia, whose eyes immediately darted to Mia.“She’s okay,” I whispered, barely able to hold it together. “She’s… she’s going to be okay.”Julia rushed over to Mia’s bedside, her expression softening with relief. “Thank the moon goddess,” she breathed, reaching down to stroke Mia’s hair gently.Anastasia stood behind her, nodding in agreement but still looking concerned. Alpha Dominic’s imposing figure lingered by the door for a moment before stepping closer, his eyes trained on Mia’s still figure.“She’s strong, Chr
Christian’s PovThe second those lines on the heart monitor went straight, my world stopped. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.“Mia!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I lurched forward. The doctors were swarming around her, shouting orders and moving in a blur. Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater, and the only thing I could hear clearly was that relentless, high-pitched whine from the machine that told me her heart had stopped. Her heart had stopped.My mate, my Mia, was slipping away, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do.I surged toward the bed, grabbing the nearest doctor by the collar, yanking him back with all the strength I had left in me. “Do something!” I snarled, my voice barely human. “Save her!”“We’re trying!” The doctor’s voice trembled, fear flickering in his eyes as he tried to pry himself free from my grip. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. If I let go, it felt like I was admitting defeat. Like I was letting her go.The room spun arou
Mia’s PovI found myself standing in a place I couldn’t recognize—an endless expanse of white, serene and calm. The air felt cool, not like the sterile cold of a hospital room, but something softer, almost comforting. It was quiet, too quiet, but I felt no fear. Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of peace, like I had walked into another world where the troubles of reality couldn’t touch me.I took a step forward, my bare feet sinking slightly into the soft ground that didn’t seem to exist yet held me all the same. My heart felt lighter, the pain I had experienced moments ago in my body now a distant memory. As I moved through this space, something in the distance caught my eye—a garden, vivid and lush, teeming with colorful flowers that seemed too perfect to be real. Drawn to it, I walked without hesitation, my heart inexplicably pulling me toward the scene.At the far end of the garden, I saw a figure kneeling among the flowers, her hands delicately plucking the petals of a blo
Author’s PovMia’s world dissolved into a swirl of chaos and darkness. Her body, though fainted and still in the hospital bed, was trapped within the depths of a vivid, horrifying memory. It played out before her eyes like a movie—too real, too painful. She was no longer the adult Mia. Instead, she felt herself small, fragile, and terrified—a four-year-old child once again.The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the deafening sounds of cries. She stood in the corner of her childhood home—her pack, her tiny frame trembling as she clutched her knees to her chest. Flames licked the edges of the walls, and the screams of her pack members echoed around her. They were dying. She could hear it—shouts, cries, the horrifying crackle of fire devouring everything in its path.Little Mia bawled, tears streaming down her face as she watched people—people she knew—falling to the ground. Her tiny body was shaking, her heart racing in terror. She felt helpless, too scared to move. The de
Author’s Pov4 Months LaterThe sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, casting soft shadows over the blooming roses and perfectly trimmed hedges. Mia sat comfortably between Ana and Julia, her hands resting on her swollen belly as they enjoyed their afternoon tea. It had been months since the ceremony, and with each passing day, the anticipation of the baby’s arrival grew stronger. They laughed, their conversation carefree as Ana excitedly showed Mia a variety of tiny gifts she had bought for the baby—soft blankets, little shoes, and a beautifully carved wooden rattle.Mia smiled warmly, feeling the gentle kicks of life inside her. The baby wasn’t due for another month, and despite the natural aches and discomforts of pregnancy, she had felt relatively good. "Look at this," Ana beamed, holding up a little onesie with "Beta in Training" stitched across the front. "Isn’t it adorable? He’s going to look so cute in this!"Mia laughed softly, touching the fabric. "It’s perfect. Thank you
Mia’s PovThe moment Dominic disappeared, leaving behind an awkward silence, the royal music began to play—filling the grand hall with a soft, majestic melody. It was as if the music had been timed perfectly to diffuse the tension in the air, giving everyone an excuse to focus on something else. The elegant chords of violins and the regal notes of flutes swept through the room, calming the uneasy murmurs that had begun.Christian turned to me, his smile softening the moment. “Dance with me?” he asked, his voice low and inviting, one hand outstretched toward me.Despite everything, I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “I’d love to.”I placed my hand in his, and he guided me effortlessly to the center of the dance floor, where other couples had already begun to pair off, the royal rhythm guiding their movements. The grand chandeliers above shimmered, casting a golden glow over everything as we stepped into position.Christian’s hand settled on the small of my back, pulling